Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Sparks,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.